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Chapter 86 - Chapter 86. Increase It

Marx opened the first box. That could not be said as opening but anyway he managed to open two with a punch breaking the wood into pieces. The next scene made his eyes shine with stars.

It contained hundreds of mags and chained bullets. They were put on grass maybe for safety when shipping them. He took the bullets and they all disappeared into his inventory.

Anyone with all that Marx had would see all this as nothing but trash. But to Marx, these were things worth his time. He only had one weapon. It was too overpowered and he had no skills with it.

He wanted to learn the use of pistols. Since he saw Dan using the pistols, he had fallen in love with his style. He then went to the next boxes and broke them. There were machine guns in this one and he took them all.

In thirty minutes, all weapons which had been in the boxes were emptied. Now it was only one larger box that was remaining. Marx was ecstatic as he looked at the box. For this one, he did not want to break it. He wanted to open it.

It was a sniper rifle. This time, even Dan came to take a look. Laying on the box was a sniper rifle 57 inches long {140cm}. The barrel length was 74 centimeters. It was blackish green in colour.

It was shocking that this weapon still existed. All these weapons in the warehouse were supposed to be extinct. What Marx was looking at now was what many people in the past would recognize as a Barret M82A1.

"System, tell me about this gun," Marx said calling it a gun. Weren't they generally called guns?

- Barret M82A1 is a recoil operated semi automatic rifle (AMR). It was manufactured during the previous civilization in a place called US.

- Weight -14.8kg

- Length - 57 inches (140cm)

- Barrel length -29 inches (74cm)

- Diameter - 16mm

- Cartridge - 50BMG; 416 Barret

- Action - Recoil operated

- Muzzle Velocity - 853 m/s

- Effective firing range - 1800 meters

-Feed system - 5-10 rounds>

Marx had his lips rounded. He understood very little from that information but he could tell that it was super strong and fast. He trailed his fingers on it and and smiled. He had just gotten another baby...

The sniper rifle disappeared under the astonished gaze from Dan.

"Kid, don't mind me asking this, where the hell are you taking all these weapons?" Dan could no longer hold his curiosity back. The kid was even more mysterious than he expected.

"Huh, uhh... I don't think that I can tell you about that yet," Marx said after some thought.

"Okay, hope you have had enough weapons to for your own collection," Dan said reminding Marx of weapon collection.

"Ooh about that, my weapons are usually always with me," Marx said dismissively.

"Then let's get the hell out of here. Our mission has been accomplished," Dan said and led the way forward. The kid was never going to reveal any of his secrets to him other than that he was the Angel Of Death.

"Right, I will have to report this and get my rewards. Hope you can drive faster on our way back. We have around four hours before 0600 hours. That is more than enough time, right," Marx asked as he followed Dan.

Dan smiled as he hurried down the stairs. Marx just followed quietly. They finally reached their cab shuttle and even before Marx could sit well, Dan had already taken off and was now heading back.

This time, Marx felt the thrill. The cab shuttle was even faster than it had been earlier when they were heading back. Just how fast could this thing go? If Dan heard Marx call the cab shuttle a thing, he would throw him away through the window.

***

Dan dropped Marx at the Creed Restaurant Bar.

"I will call you when I am ready for the next mission." Marx said as he force closed the auto lock doors. He walked inside the restaurant and headed towards the stairs.

There were still many people at this time. It was already around three hours past midnight. He realized that many were assassins who were lodging in the hotel and others here for a drink.

He was straight forward and he headed towards the elevator that led to the basement. The elevator doors opened and Marx walked towards the managers office. He reached the hall and he found some assassins around thirty of them in this hall.

They all stared at him but it was impossible to tell their emotions from the masks. But many felt angry and others saw a source of income. The head of this elder was worth 5000A. That was a mission given by the Assassin's Creed.

Their pause showed that they were disbelieving. Just how ignorant was the elder? Did he not know that he was wanted dead? Yet he even dared to show up at their headquarters.

If many were wanted by the Assassin's Creed dead, they usually fleed to other planets or cities but still, the assassins from the Creed still managed to reach them. They watched the elder's steady steps.

He did not even turn his head to look at them. He walked past them and he disappeared from their sight as he headed towards the Manager's Office. It was at this time that they all realized that they had been holding their breaths.

"How?"

Marx knew exactly what he was doing. He never intended to run away in the first place. He was even happy that the Creed had taken his warning seriously. Now he just had to show them that he did not even fear them in the least.

To prove that, he was not going to quit but he wa going to take missions from them. There was no better way to establish his position than this. He did not even knock the Manager's Office.

Well, he knocked. But he just knocked it away. He kicked the doors flinging them open sending them flying towards the manager who had he not dodged, he would have faced the impact.

Marx walked in with his hands on his back. The manager was already standing by the time Marx got in. His face showed horror when he saw the elder. All he could see was death standing in front of him.

"How should I greet you? Is it good morning or pseodo morning?" Marx asked. His voice could not hide his contempt towards the Creed.

" What brings you here esteemed elder? I hope that you are here to quit the mission. That is good for the mission has already been allocated to the Gold Rank," the manager said.

He did not even try to mention about the fact that he had placed a price on the elders head. He was angry for the death of his favourite assassins. He immediately placed a price on the head of this elder even if something told him that it was impossible.

"About that, the mission was not as tough. I even mannaged to kill this other man I saw called Martinely. I am here to take another mission. I know you may feel like I am lying to you but tomorrow, check the news and send the payment of both the assassinations.

"I know that Martinely is of the Gold Rank. And as you have said, Miller has been moved to the Gold Rank. I hope that you will wire me the correct amounts. If the money does not suit my taste, don't blame me for running rampant here.

" Also, I am not sorry for Strange Viper and Free Wind. Anyone who tries to pry into my secrets will face the same fate. It is not a warning but a statement. Just take it as you want. Also, do not remove the price tag on my head.

"Instead, increase it. Let me see how good your assassins are. Let them come after me, no, let them come for their death. Only those with guts will take this mission. I am also telling you that if anyone tries to pry into my secrets, I don't mind doing what I did to Martinely and Miller to the Assassin's Creed," Marx said.

He turned and walked away leaving the Manager's face green with fear. Just that speech made him all cold. He watched as the elder walked out but he somehow made some conclusion from the elder's actions.

He was throwing a tantrum. That was only a kid that could do so. He smiled as he made a vow to keep the kid. Since he saw the potential in him, he was going to try to strengthen him.

The best way was for him to send assassins after him. He tapped his watch and a blue screen appeared. He then went to the missions tab and tapped the one marked Angel Of Death.

He then raised the price to 20,000A. It was then marked red. He sat back and waited for the commotion that was going to rise as soon as he reached the hall. He had half belief that his words were true but the other half was doubtful. It was going to be confirmed the following morning.

Marx left the Manager's Office and headed towards the hall. What he had not expected was for the manager to take his words seriously. As he reached the hall, he found around ten standing in front of him.

From their figures, half of them were ladies. They were blocking his path with their hands folded on their chests. They appeared to say that they were looking down on him and they did not take him as a threat.

"Just how much did you piss off the manager? Your price tag was 5000A but it has been increased four times. Do you know that you are now in the top 100 most wanted?" A lady asked. Her voice laced with disbelief.

"That means that if I beat you all now or kill you, the manager will increase it again right? I can also increase my rank above the top 100. Very nice..."